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I lay there with my legs still open, staring at Roger and daring him to make a move toward me.

"What's this all about, Sis?" he asked very seriously. "I haven't seen Mom so torn up since Kathy came home with blood running down her legs and told us about getting banged by that stud – what was his name?"

"I don't remember," I told him, stretching out flat on the bed. But I left my legs open. Tiny wheels were starting to turn in my hot head. He was staring at my pussy and his hand was holding his crotch. I decided to be nice, to see what might happen.

"It has hair on it now, but it's the same pussy you used to rub your stiff little cock against, before Dad decided we were too old to sleep together any more. I can still remember how good you felt between my cunt lips, Roger."

"I haven't forgotten, Judy." He came over and sat on the bed beside me, wincing and reaching down to adjust his cock in his shorts. "You tasted terrific! I remember the first time you really came, from my mouth sucking on your cunt. It scared the shit out of me! I thought you were going to pull out every hair on my head."

He lay beside me, propping himself up on one elbow. His hand rested on my hot thigh.

"Why don't you take him out?" I asked softly, nodding at his cock throbbing inside his tight Levi's. "It's O.K. I've seen it before. Remember?"

"Not as big as it is now, Sis," he said. He shifted around and undid his fly. His cock bobbed straight up in the air, seeming to look around to see why it had been let out of it's tight prison.

"Oh dear, as Mom would say," I smiled, reaching over to hold his cock in my hot hand. "You have grown into a big boy!" My fingers patted and stroked him very lightly.

He got even harder. He glanced nervously at the door as I rolled on my side and lifted my leg up to rub my knee against his thigh.

"Let's pretend we're little kids again, Roger. Okay? Wouldn't you like to rub this hot cock against my wet pussy?" My voice sounded awfully high-pitched to me, like I was a little bare-cunted kid begging to be played with.

"Mom will blister my butt if she comes in here and finds me stroking my cock against your cunt," he protested. But he didn't make a move to get up off of the bed.

"Take a chance," I whispered in his ear. My fingernails found the slippery opening in the head of his rigid dick. He moaned and got stiff as a board.

"Roger!" I hissed in his ear, biting gently and blowing in it. "Fuck me! I want you to. Really! I want to feel your hard thing against me."

"Mmmmmmm. Reach down and spread my pussy a little. Roll my way. There. Ooooh!" I had begun to shiver from head to toe. "Doesn't that feel wonderful?"

"This isn't right, Sis. You know that. Brothers aren't supposed to fuck their sisters. Mom will have a fit if she sees me putting my cock in your tight cunt like this… uh… ah… Goddamn! It's snapping at me!"

I gripped his shaking ass tightly with both hands. "Push, Roger. Push! Jesus, are you big and hard! You are a real man, Roger. Fuck like one! Now!"

I had his jerking cockhead inside my pussy, opening my tight cunt walls and stretching me deliciously. It didn't hurt a bit, I was so Goddamned hot. I bit his shoulder and grabbed one of his hands. I moved it up to my chest. It closed like a vise on an aching tit.

"Oh shit! This is awful. I mean, wonderful. I mean… someone's coming!" Roger whispered.

"You?"

"No, damn it. I hear Mom's heels on the floor downstairs. Let loose of me, for God's sake, Judy! Stuff me back in my pants. Quick. Quick!"

"These phone hucksters!" my mother complained, stomping angrily into my bedroom. "You can't make them shut up long enough to tell them you don't want any." Her sharp eyes took in Roger's flushed face and my tell-tale nipples, sticking out stiff and crinkled up from my excitement. I knew if she checked my pussy now, I was a dead duck. I tried desperately to think of something to say to ha to stop her.

"Mother, when you were little, did you sleep with your brother?"

She sat down on the edge of my bed, suddenly blushing so furiously I knew I'd hit on a tender subject.

"Well, yes. Entirely too long. That is…"

"Did you fool around with him, Mom? Did you get him all hot and hard, and play with his thing?"

"That's none of your business, Judy. I don't want to talk about it."

"You did, didn't you, Mom?" I knew I had her on the run now.

She looked over at Roger's crotch, wet and bulging out like crazy. She opened her mouth, and then pressed her lips tightly together. I knew she knew damn well what we had been doing. She suddenly sighed, her eyes getting all misty and dreamy looking. She lay down beside me and pressed her hand against her pussy. She seemed to be searching for the right words.

"I-I know what you two were doing, and I want no more of that in this house, Judy, I mean, not outside this house either. It just isn't right." She suddenly giggled like a little girl. "But it is fun, isn't it?"

"Why, Mom!" I gasped, truly astonished. I had I never seen her so flustered, or so hot!

"Roger, get up and close that door. I'm so shook up all of a sudden, I don't know what I'm doing. The scent of your pussy fills this whole room, Judy."

Roger closed and locked my door, then almost ran back to my bed. He looked at Mom with rounded eyes. He reached for my bare leg without thinking. His cock was hard as a rock, straining to get out of his tight Levi's.

"Roger, stop staring at me! Well, I'm going to do this anyway. If you want to look, look. I'm so damn hot." Mom pulled her dress up over her stomach. There were no panties covering her mound of blonde pussy hair. Her cunt looked exactly like mine, except that her clit was standing up and sticking out of the trimmed-down hair around it.

That told me one hell of a lot. Mom loved to have her clit licked! I knew now where my hot blood came from, and why I had gone ape on that office couch when Alan's tongue found my own clit.

Mom said. "I can't believe I'm doing this right in front of my children! I must be losing my mind!" But her fingers still rubbed teasingly over her erect clit, never stopping circling and pressing gently. Her legs opened ever so slowly.

I heard Roger's zipper slide down. Even without glancing at him, I knew he had his hard cock in his fist. I found my hand doing exactly the same thing, between my legs, that my mother's hand was doing.

Her voice sounded faint and far away: "We used to lay in bed and wait anxiously for the house to get quiet," she murmured, raising her knees a little more. "Then I would reach out and hold him – Oh! God help me… Roger, your cock is so hard, I can't believe it!"

She had reached across me with her free hand and begun jacking off her own son! Whew! This was getting heavy.

"One night he wouldn't listen when I begged him to stop pushing his hard thing against me, I-I guess it felt so good to him, he just couldn't stop."

"Tell me!" I heard Roger breathe.

Mom's finger was moving faster now. Her hips began to move up and down against the pressure of her hand on her pussy. Suddenly, her middle finger disappeared in her blonde thatch! She began to moan and twist on my bed. Roger's hand found my wet cunt, and he fingered my clit while he made mad circles inside my cunt hole too.

"He simply would not stop. It hurt me. Before I knew it, he was way up inside my pussy, fucking me and fucking me while I cried and hugged him so hard I almost cracked his ribs. Oh, God! Why am I telling you about this? Promise you'll never breathe a word to your father. Promise!"

"We promise, Mom," Roger and I chorused.

"I-I'm afraid I'm going to come! Lord save me! Judy, honey, give me your hand. Quickly! Oh Roger, your cock is jerking just like my brother's did that night. Mmmmm… don't you ever stop coming!"